"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story;
It was once in the saddle I used to go gay.
And tell them the story of this my sad fate.
Had gone to his Maker, the cowboy was dead.
"I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy."
Got shot in the breast and I know I must die!"
Get six pretty maidens to sing me a song.
"Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin;
Sing the Death March as you carry me along.
To stop their wild roving before it’s too late."
To cool my parched lips, " the poor cowboy then said.
For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young, and handsome,
Oh I’m a young cowboy and I know I’ve done wrong."
We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly,
Tell one and the other before they go further,
I spied a young cowboy wrapped up in white linen,
And bitterly wept as we bore him along.
These words he did say as I boldly walked by.
And over my coffin put a bottle of brandy,
"My friends and relations they live in the Nation:
"Go gather around you a group of young cowboys,
Put roses to deaden the sods as they fall."
That the cowboys may drink as they carry me along."
I’m a young cowboy and know IÃ¯Â¿Â½ve done wrong."
"Oh, bury me beside my knife and my shooter,
They know not where their dear boy has gone.
"It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing:
Put bunches of roses all over my coffin,
We all loved our comrade although he’d done wrong.
Before I returned his spirit had left him
Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay.
My spurs on my heels, my rifle by my side.
As I walked out in Laredo one day,
I first came to Texas and hired to a ranchman,
Got shot in the breast and I’m dying today."
First to the dram house and then to the card house,
"Oh beat the drums slowly and play the fife lowly;
Take me to the valley, there lay the sod o’er me,
"Go fetch me some water, a cool cup of water
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,